Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Invisible,
Pylon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Main Source,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Technova,
Ossler,
cv313,
Theoretical Girls,
Sparks,
Outsiders,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marmalade,
Index,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terry Callier,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
48th St. Collective,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
Malaria!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.